In Love of My Job
In need of more than two hands, the world is complex
enjoying your own steering is less multiplex
a perfect place for the mind to never get ill
is a location where hobby pays the bills
when hard work is sweet, longer is the route to old age
and no need for stress to sell a bandage
pushing daily, effortlessly is labour’s purity
success may crawl but will come certainly
even when struck by a silly season
fulfillment is still fully bounded in a liaison.
Copyright © Funom Makama | Year Posted 2020
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